Ride
Out – Locked In (Part 1)

“Not
a problem, I’ll get it from the basement”.

“Aye,
I’ve been thinking of getting some of that muck-off stuff for my visor for a
while”

An
early Friday finish on a summer’s day meant the luxury of a few hours blast out
on the motorcycle with a work colleague.We’d chatted about our love for bikes, and this was our second ride out
together.He was easy on the eyes too –
a six foot two skinhead, shaved head with goatee.He was well built and previously into his
bodybuilding – which he still maintained, with broad shoulders and muscled
arms.Tanned and lean, I’d often found
myself checking him out at work – from the broadness of his chest right down to
his solid legs and tight bubble butt.He
was a nice guy with it, and of course I had no problems sharing his company on
or off the job.

It
was just an added bonus to see him in full bike leathers.Here he was standing in my kitchen, in his
black Dianese race leathers, which just seemed to make his butt look even more
toned and attractive.Black SIDI boots
finished off his kit.It really was a
pleasure to enjoy the view from behind when he was ‘lead bike’ when we were
out.

My
basement was also my well-equipped playroom, and although he was aware of my
lifestyle and didn’t seem to have a problem with it, it wasn’t something we’d ever
needed to discuss.We just hadn’t
discussed relationships or partners.

“Nice
place, and even bigger with another floor under as well” he noted.

“Yeah,
useful for storage”

“hahaha
...is that where you keep your
gimps...” he joked, grinning.

“Well,
yeah...actually....it’s also my playroom” I flashed his smile
back at him to serve him right for being cocky.

“No
way!”That’d teach him.

“Everything
I need to keep a guy under control, haha”I joked back.

“Let
me see then....”he grinned.

“Well,
don’t know if someone so narrow minded as you could cope… ”reverse psychology…

“Come
on, course...”

“Oh
well, just warning you if you’re the naïve it might damage our friendship...”

“Fuck
off!” he cursed with a smile.He’d had
his warning, I was just worried I’d be the stuff of gossip at work come Monday.

Still
both in our leathers, he followed me down the wooden steps into the
basement.It extends the majority of the
house, lined with bricks, which are blacked out.There are plenty of alcoves and recesses
which I’ve filled with a mixture of attachment points, cells and cages, with
barred and solid metal doors.You might
say any scene catered for.With areas of
high ceiling, there are plenty of heavy 19th century manacles
hanging down for attachment, and a hanging strap cage.

Then
there’s all the normal facilities like a urinal, bed, bondage bench, St.
Andrew’s Cross, and shelves of uniforms, leathers, and every type of hood, ass
and cock toy you could think of collected over the years.

“Wow”
was his first exclamation... “you’re well into this stuff”.

“Well,
I’ve collected lots over the years, and I’m fairly into it.”I busied myself looking for the visor
cleaning spray we’d talked about earlier, but kept him in view out the corner
of my eye.

He
walked up and down the racks of kit, running his fingers across some of it, the
sound of his leathers creaking as he walked up and down.I suspected part of him saw this as teasing
me.I was enjoying his company
regardless.He seemed to be especially
interested by the heavier items on my storage shelves.

“Can
I try some of it?”

“Yeah,
if you want” my head down looking inside a large storage box.“I might even let you out too, ha”.

Finding
the cleaning spray, I turned to observe him checking out the shelves of kit
again.A prisoner escort belt came off
the shelf, with two attached handcuffs.

“Dunno
if that will fit round your leathers, but we can try”.He handed me the belt.“So this round your waist, and it buckles
shut around your back....then your
hands just snap into the cuffs; or if you want extra restriction, you can cross
your arms over your chest”.As suggested
crossed his hands, and presented me with his wrists.Wrapping one cuff round his wrist, I clicked
the ratchet shut, then similarly fastened the other, immobilising him.My cock started to harden in my tight
leathers at the sight of him in full leathers, yet securely restrained.The tan coloured belt fastened around his
waist even seemed to highlight the shape of his butt.

“Where
are these from?”

“They
are ex-prison issue escort cuffs as used on difficult customers.Nice and secure.During play some guys also like them as if
they’re on tight, stops them from playing with themselves.”

“Well,
I can still manage, ha.” he moved the belt round slightly, and cupped his
leathered crotch in his hand and gave it a stroke.

“True,
but not if I do this...”I unbuckled it,
pulling his still cuffed hands back to his sides, and then fastened it far
tighter.“Now you can’t”.Trying to prove me wrong, he tried again,
struggling and pulling, the sound of his leathers creaking while he did so, his
arms crossed and pinned to his sides this time.

I
let him struggle and test the restraint for a while “don’t be hurting yourself;
just let me know when you want out and I’ll take it off”.He was still wearing his full one piece
leathers, zipped up to just below the neck, so must have been getting warm from
the valiant struggling he was doing.I
thought he probably had about a 46-48 inch chest and 34 waist, the wideness of
his shoulders giving a pleasing visual to his narrow waist.He looked good restrained and struggling, and
I was hoping he’d not noticed the fact that my leathers had become a lot
tighter.

“Okay,
I give up boss”.Keys in my hand, I
unbuckled the back of the belt, before reaching and unlocking each of the cuffs
in turn.

“There
ya go.You look warm if you want a
drink.”

“Yeah,
Coke, Sprite, something?Can I try
something else?”

“Knock
yourself out, I’ll get drinks.”

Returning
to the kitchen, I took two cans of Coke from the fridge.I needed the distraction from my hard on – he
looked good enough restrained to rape on sight, and I could feel the moistness
of precum inside my leathers.I was
getting warm too, so unzipped the leather jacket from my jeans and took it off.

Back
in the basement, I handed over a can.

“Thanks
– and for letting me try on your kit.”

“Welcome,
not often a straight boy gets the chance, ha ha.What else do you want to try?”

“All
of it boss” he grinned back.“How about
that, that, and that, in there”He
pointed at the strap cage, and in the direction of the shelving units.

“Which
ones?”directing me to his first
selection... “Right, this piece is your pretty much top of the range black
leather straightjacket.Custom made for
me, basically it’s the same as you’d be strapped into if you were a mental
patient, but with more added straps around the sides and front, and made out of
padded leather.I should warn you it’s quite
a heavy trip.What else?”

Next,
he pointed to a heavy duty hood with extra padding.“Okay, so that’s pretty much the heaviest
head trip you could have chosen, not sure if it would be too heavy for you.”.

“I’ll
cope, and you’ll look after me boss”His
face was only a few inches from mine.

“Once
you’re inside the hood, these straps fasten and you’re completely cut off from
the outside world.They can be padlocked
too, and your hearing will be restricted…and was there something else you wanted to try at the same time?”

He
pointed directly to the heavy metal Carrera max security chastity belt.I’d left the stainless steel butt plug
attached.“Well, that’s a serious bit of
kit for you to choose.It’s metal,
designed to enclose your cock and balls, and locks at the waist front and back,
so there’s no playing with yourself even if out of restraint.I can remove the plug if you want to try it
on; and you’d have to trust me to remove it…”

“Hoped
you might consider training me, boss.” Still close to my face, he looked down
giving the impression of looking very subservient. I took hold of the zip on
the chest of his leathers, and pulled his face further towards my own.This was partly a test to see his reaction,
and if he was serious or not.He leaned
forwards more, and our lips touched.It was
a passionate, all out kiss, and he’d passed the test. Our tongues intertwined
and as we continued kissing my moved my hand down to his ass and pulled it
towards my crotch.

“Then
if you really want training, the bikes can wait; strip naked and get down on
your knees”